Ch.17 Groomsmen
(I do NOT own Kim Possible or the nacho thing. My friend Ariel
got that from a movie. Oh by the way I promised her this chapter
would be dedicated to her cause she helped me so much. Thank
you!! )

Drakken had to make yet another trip to the airport. He had to pick up his groomsmen. He had asked his two best friends Monkey Fist and Duff Killagin to have the honors. They accepted and arrived very soon. The three of them went to Go Tower to find a note from Shego. It told Drakken she and Summer and Adrena Lynn went to make a reservation for the wedding at the location she and Drakken had selected. Drakken showed his friends their rooms and let them unpack. They came running down the stairs and jumped on the couch next to Drakken. Killagin grabbed the remote and turned to a golfing show. Drakken and Monkey Fist sighed. They didn't want to watch that. Monkey Fist used his monkey hands to snatch the remote away from Killagin. He flipped channel after channel and stopped at a football game. Drakken stared at the TV obliviously. He had no clue what the people on there were doing. Monkey Fist was shouting at the TV and hollering things like "Throw it!" or "Catch the ball!"

Duff Killagin stood up suddenly and announced, "I'm hungry. Is anyone else?"

Monkey Fist stopped yelling. Drakken took his eyes off the TV. The three of them ran into the kitchen and began making nachos with lots of cheese. Monkey Fist was about to add a banana but Drakken and Killagin stopped him. They trudged back into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Drakken didn't pay much attention to his friends at that point; they had begun arguing.

"Monkey man if the nachos are stuck together it's all one nacho!" Killagin yelled holding seven nachos that were stuck together.

"Come now. That makes no sense!" Monkey Fist shouted back making a grab for the nachos.

"Could you guys shut up? I'm trying to get the point of the movie!" Drakken shouted at them.

"Are you daft man? It's not a movie. It's a TV show!" Killagin shouted at him bopping him on the head with a decorative couch pillow.

"You're both wrong. It's a sporting event. Doctor Drakken do you know if there's any tea in the kitchen? I'm quite thirsty," Monkey Fist asked standing up.

"No tea. We've got soda," Drakken said shrugging.

"No matter," Monkey Fist told him.

"Could you get me one while you're up?" Killagin asked.

"Sure. Do you want anything as long as I'm up?" Monkey Fist asked.

"No thanks. I'll get it myself," Drakken said joining Monkey Fist.

They came back with the sodas and shook them up and tossed one to Killagin. When they opened them the soda sprayed all over the girls.

"Drew!" Shego yelled soaking wet.

"Oops," the guys said in unison.

"Look what you did to my make-up!" Summer squealed as she walked forward and she slipped on the soda and sprained her ankle.

"Ouch! Ow," Summer said in agony.

"Sorry," Monkey Fist and Drakken said. Killagin on the other hand couldn't because his mouth was full.

"Whatever! Now I'm a bridesmaid short! And the wedding is in four days!" Shego said angrily.

"Four days! Drakken why are we just now finding out about that?" Monkey Fist asked angrily.

"Umm. Yeah. About that. It's just cause I was worried neither of you would come if you knew how soon it was," Drakken admitted stupidly.

"We would have come. I mean how often is it that your best friend gets married?" Monkey Fist said honestly. He then elbowed Killagin to prompt him to say something.

"Yeah. Now we don't have to worry about missing any other plans!" Killagin added.

Monkey Fist slapped his hand to his forehead. Drakken looked at them then he looked at Shego. Shego had lifted Summer Gales and set her down on the couch.

"Ugh. How can you guys eat this slop? It looks disgusting!" Summer said pointing to the plate of half eaten nachos.

"Nachos are good!" Duff Killagin shouted grabbing the plate.

"Nachos?" Monkey Fist asked. Making a grab for the plate with his monkey foot.

"No way am I giving you any! After all I'm the best man!" Duff Killagin shouted yanking the plate away.

"What?" Drakken and Monkey Fist asked at the same time.

"I never- I don't know..." Drakken stammered. He hadn't thought about which of his best friends would be his best man.

"See. I knew I was his best man," Monkey Fist said smugly.

"I never said anything was certain..." Drakken stuttered.

"You never decided did you?" Shego asked coming into the room.

"How can you expect me to? They're both my friends," Drakken told her.

"Think diplomatic. Think mature," Shego whispered.

"Diplomatic. Mature. Right. I can do this. Okay boys. Whoever gets the last nacho is my best man," Drakken said loudly.

"Real mature," Shego mumbled sarcastically.

"At least he listens to you. Most guys would do the exact opposite," Adrena Lynn told her.

"True. I guess we have a good relationship. The best," Shego said decisively.

"More henpecked," Summer whispered to Adrena Lynn. They giggled.

Meanwhile the guys were having their nacho-eating contest. They were almost done. There was only one nacho left. Both Monkey Fist and Killagin lunged for the nacho. The nacho snapped and both men ended up with half.

"I'm the best man!" Killagin shouted.

"I'm the better best man!" Monkey Fist yelled back.

"I'm the betterest best man!" Killagin yelled dumbly.

"I have monkey hands and feet!" Monkey Fist shouted.

"What's that got to do with anything?" Killagin asked.

"I believe we should settle this," Monkey Fist said assuming a kung-fu position.

"Bring it on!" Duff Killagin taunted.

"Wait stop! You're both my best man!" Drakken shouted standing in between them.

"What?" Killagin and Monkey Fist asked confusedly.

"What?" Shego asked laughing.

"Yes. That's right. You're both my best man. I'm gonna have two," Drakken said confidently.

"Good plan. But how are you going to do that when I only have one Maid of Honor who can walk?" Shego asked with her hands on her hips.

Author's Note: Dr.D is really in over his head. How will he get out of this mess? Don't worry. I have a solution up my sleeve but I gotta write it down. So sit tight.